Looking above, seeing clouds floating across the sky,
watching one in particular that looks like an angel
gently soaring through the atmosphere.
Walking along, thinking of many things while being
taken by rhythms into this poetical spirit, wanting
to know so much more.
Not really learning in school, college or work, open-
ing self to the world, seeing through visions and many
puzzle pieces as they're put together.
Eventually piecing pictures of the future, looking in-
tently at each of them, delving into precious thoughts
as they wash upon shores of life's memories.
Touching our hearts and souls with either tears of joy
or grief in loss, wanting to hold onto other's lives,
but that's never to be.
God only can take them to heaven, leaving the rest of
us here on earth until it's our time after setting foot
on our final sunsetical shore.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem